A funny thing happened when I tried to build a tree out of books.
1) I learned that many of my books are upstairs.
2) I learned that I was lazy.
But as I built my miniature tree from the books I keep near my workspace, I felt like I was standing on the shoulders of all the writers I admire, all the writers who have helped me, who have held my hand, who have lent their shoulders to cry on. Thank you for helping me build my career. And my tree.